Leslie Shay Chicago Fire Novels & Stories

Lisa shakes her head like a mad person and tries to go inside but is stopped by the security. “You can't go in Miss, the police will take it from you to investigate what happened” Lisa walked away while thinking of what to do, she saw the reporters who were live and went to them. She approached one of the reporters with a microphone. “There was someone inside the department during the fire” Lisa said and the reporter stopped what he was saying and faced her, his camera crew turned the camera to face her. “Sorry miss, can you repeat that”

Shirley exhaled softly, forcing the tears back into her eyes, and softly said, "We can't just let her jump!" After saying that, Shirley pulled Camille and Tina with her and went in. Since the three of them went in, of course, Rupert wouldn't just stand by and watch, so he went in too. The assistants followed suit, bustling along. The sound of fire trucks grew louder and louder, approaching from afar. When the most influential figure in City F got into trouble, it was a big deal. So, the fire trucks arrived as soon as the call went out. When Shirley reached the rooftop, she saw Keith standing on the side, trying to persuade Lillian, "Lillian, why don't you come down first? We can talk things

You're done lying to me. While speaking, he retrieved a canister of gasoline and poured it all over her. He then pulled out a lighter and lit it. Lezah's gaze locked onto the flame. She scrambled back and tried to escape, but there was nowhere left to go. He gave her no chance to beg for mercy. He tossed the lighter. The flames roared to life and engulfed her. Jaroch stood there with an empty look in his eyes. He watched her burn until there was nothing left but ash and charred flesh.

I was too young to die and I also didn’t even have a girlfriend yet. I recalled that the doctors will come by in the noon and I had to take Sebastian to his girlfriend’s place. I would need to get myself ready if I was to get back here before noon. After I had shut my laptop, I went straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower then jumped straight into it. It took me a moment to realize my mistake when my pajamas started sticking on my body. Really? I mentally asked myself as I removed the wet pajamas from my body. No wonder I had started imagining that the showers had malfunctioned. Were these signs of a mutated blood? I cringed at the thought.

Why do you want to know about the night of the fire? ‘Its actually not for me, ’she said, amazed once more how easily a lie could roll off of her lips. ’Its for a friend of mine, I’m helping her with a project. She has taken an interest in the fire and believes it pertains to the article she’s writing.’ She glanced up, and saw Eli roll his eyes, while a sardonic grin played at his lips. Great Faye, she thought, now you’re lying to a man of the cloth. That had to be worth another 100 years in hell.

I helped her up off the table and hugged her. “I can’t believe that I’m going to have a son,” I whispered. Few days later, I buried myself in work while I got a message that Ashley has been arrested again and her house has been searched. Although she has been arrested once when the truth was revealed that she was behind the Chicago house fire, she bailed herself out but now she got arrested again. I went to the police station to check why she was arrested again and I was told investigation continued underneath maybe there are other people involved in the chicago house fire but more truth got reveled About she having an involvement in her sister’s death.

Tonight she wanted-no needed-the warm camaraderie she always found there. Which was why, after her wakeup shower, she'd just swept her honey-blonde hair into a ponytail, pulled on jeans and her University of Michigan T-shirt, slicked on some lip gloss, given her lashes a swipe of mascara, and she was on the way. She waved to people she knew, including Toby McMillan, the cute geek who serviced all the computers for Dallas Fire and Rescue. He kept their computer system running, coaxing their cranky system to life again and again. Kristi knew how much trouble computers could be. Some days, Toby spent as much time at the station house as the firefighters and medical personnel. If they couldn't g

“She’s been a loyal employee to you, so it’s hardly fair to fire her for something she did to me, even if it was on purpose. She’ll be here long after I’m gone. Smoke obscured his gaze, and the acrid smell of burning materials made it difficult to breathe even a few yards from where the warehouse still blazed. Shane stood with Bruno behind him and the fire chief at his side. Wallace was quietly seeing to bribing the other firefighters and the police officer who had responded to the reported fire. Until they had a chance to scour the building to remove the remnants of the weapons stored within, any witnesses had to be managed. Shane hoped they could keep it civilized

The atmosphere is pretty serious, No longer do Christian look playful like he did earlier. "About the party incident, who is the unfortunate soul that sought for a life of misery?" He begins as he flips through a flower magazine with so much given attention. Strange. "The shooter took his life before we had a chance to question him but we're still gathering Intel. To be able to get hands on that type of poison, whoever is calling the shots must be on a side darker than what we are." I explain. It is true, I tried thousands of times to get my hands on that poison but to no avail, so I made a poison similar to it and it works just the same but not as quick.

Another thing that slipped past my grip. I haven’t eaten. Can’t. The reports in front of me blur, the black ink melting into the white paper like shadows bleeding into snow. I read and reread the same line over and over, but nothing sticks. My brain refuses to process it. The numbers, the projections, the incident breakdowns—they’re all just noise. My mind keeps drifting. Backward. To her. To Leah. The fire was here. In New York. Not overseas. Not one of our satellite facilities in developing regions where corruption, corner-cutting, and poor infrastructure might make for a believable excuse. No. This wasn’t negligence. It wasn’t nature. It was deliberate. Calculated. And personal.